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virtuosin · 4 years ago

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Time was overall subjective when this far out beyond the Edgeworlds. It was hard to keep track of birthdays, and holiday events however being in the Empire, he had a sense for such things as they worked to help pinpoint memories, and schedules. So when the infamous day of Valentines had come around - Sona would find a box on the bed in the hotel room. Plain. Unassuming. Sat atop it would be a note which upon being unfolded would offer a map and instructions.

Follow the map through the tunnels by 23:45. Do not open the box until you reach the specified location. Use the light on top of the box to illuminate the tunnels. You will find something identifiable once you reach the designated spot.

The lights within the cavern city dimmed to entice the bio luminescent rock ceiling high above. Torchlight took up the streets in a warm glow giving the atmosphere a welcoming, and peaceful vibe. The tunnels too were lit, but only a short ways into the maze. She would have to follow the map to the letter if she had any hope of locating the designated destination.

It would take… a little time. A little effort. Starlight shimmers across the rockface made it seem like she were wandering the galactic plain. A landscape threatening to consume her imagination with its warm twinkles, and dense atmosphere. Even the low laying mists looked like they were kissed with the colors of a nebula, swirling effortlessly with the sway of her steps and motion of her body.

It was upon arrival that the woman would find the identifiable marker. A lantern hung low from an iron arm curved up and over a small mountain of sand and rocks. Stones made stairs spiraling up to its crest to reveal a basket concealed under a small hand towel and two pillows stacked atop a folded blanket under the faint glow of quiet firelight contained within its glass prison.

Another note would be hung from a thin string dangling from the base of the lantern.

Blow out the candlelight, and open the box.

Should she do so, she would find that the cave was not as dark as it originally seemed as moonlight immediately consumed its reaches from an opening high above. Higher than even the storms that raged across the surface of the planet. The light was strange but not for the moon itself, but the source; the neutron start that blazed so strangely not terribly far off. It’s bluish hue thrown off the snowcaps of the moon to radiate gently down into the depths of this place. It was stunning. But more than that – When she would open the box, a single flower would rest inside. It stirred as it felt the rays with reactive pollen creeping from within the flower like tiny fireflies reaching out to the sky. Harmless, and beautiful. As the flower turned to bask in the moonlight, wide, vibrant petals would spread one at a time until fully blossomed. It was alive. Responsive even to the direction the lights would come from always seeking to embrace the rays as if it were the greatest gift that could be given to it.

Behind her Kayn stood with his hands rested to his back. His eyes keen and observant, making a point to not give his position away. To linger at the edges of her vision to drink in her response, and the unfurling of the moon flower.

It would be a few minutes giving her the ability to bask in the moment before he would make himself known, speaking plainly as he watched the tiny pollen fragments drift higher and higher forever seeking the rays of the moon.

“This moon flower is not named only for its reaction to lunar light, but because the pods actually thrive in space making homes on the surface of moons, or near to them. Tide locked are among their favorites, and tend to prosper because there is no waning of light, nor necessity to relocate.”

His steps were calm, and calculated, taking his time to join her, “Consider this a gift. A show of appreciation for your efforts despite–” Kayn waves his hand absently, “–our disagreements.” More like his disapproval of some things, but he surely wasn’t going to get into it.

If she were to pull the towel off the basket, she would find a simple, but well loved meal common among the people of her home world. He doesn’t comment. He simply tends to the blanket, unfolding it and plopping the pillows down so the pair had a place to sit.

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It was late, and by the time Sona found the letter left behind by the Ordinal, Sona had already removed her binding for the day. She hoped he’d understand when she showed up to the location in her normal attire. In truth, she hadn’t any issues traversing the city nor the tunnels--aside from the abyss of twilight which nearly caused her to trip twice. But at least she made it safely within the hollowed out network of corridors. Part of her wondered what he had in store for her this time. Kayn was full of mysteries and his displays were nothing short of grandiose. Always one for the flair, that one. There could be all manner of things he could be plotting for her but...

Whatever she had been thinking--this wasn’t it.

Seated upon the blanket and pillows, Sona finds herself in the moonlit cavern, the flower in the box beside her and the basket on Kayn’s side. The meal before her is not only nostalgic, but coincidentally a favorite of hers; Gyūdon--fresh rice with thinly sliced beef and fragrant slivered onions, cooked with dashi, soy, and mirin. There were even mushrooms and a bit of ginger as well. What’s more, it had a dollop of what looked to be shichimi, a type of ground chili pepper that Galrin was known for. It really was a shock to see a staple from home, to the point that she didn’t wish to disturb the bowl--instead she wanted to admire it for a bit longer, as if it were a piece of art not meant for consumption. Yet, the Ordinal’s pointed glare was all the silent urging she needed to grasp her chopsticks and dig in.

“I must have lost track of time. Certain holidays are universal, even where I’m from. This must mean we’re nearing the fire festival back at home.” Sona reflects aloud, her smile warm and bright. With a warm meal before her so reminiscent of home, she continues to eat and drown in the memories, allowing her senses to be taken over by the comforting sweetness of days past. “You’re full of surprises, Shieda. I gratefully accept this incredible gesture...heh, I don’t even know how you managed all this on Shedola. It’s nothing short of talented.” And she means it. Sona never seeks to fluff up anyone’s ego with hot air, least of all Kayn--he doesn’t need it. However, she’s able to recognize ingenuity, prowess, and ability when she sees it. “It does mean a lot...I-”

“-I don’t...have much to give to you in turn though.” Sona goes quiet for a moment, knowing that Kayn would dismiss such musings. Still, she couldn’t. If she had realized the date, she’d have prepared him baked goods--those were always a perfect gift around this time of year and she knew he enjoyed her food enough. Not that she had ample opportunity to do so, even if she had known of the holiday fast approaching. It gnawed on her mind that she hadn’t anything substantial to give such as a materialistic gift nor succulent--but a thought occurs to Sona as she finishes her bowl; a gift of a different kind that wouldn’t require much from her, but it would still be something which might interest the man so eager to learn.

“Shieda,” Sona calls out his name while standing up. “I know you’re an educated man, but perhaps you didn’t know-” Sona would glance over her shoulder towards the man, a faint smile on her lips. As she does, she steps forward, a hand upon her bosom to calm her racing heart. It’s such a simple thing that she’s about to do, and yet she can’t calm down. She can never shake the nerves, even in the privacy of this cavern. When was the last time she had done this?

“-the Order is quite an old organization and has been around for countless generations. While we have evolved with the times, there once was a time where we memorized oral histories and events. Nothing was ever written, only spoken. It made every individual in the group precious and important, as each carried with them part of the galaxy’s stories and traditions.” Sona smiles a bit brighter, hoping the flash of teeth would help calm her nerves. “The original Templars were nomadic, held no material possessions, and often communed with Ora--though most of their tales have faded into antiquity due to the nature of their paperless ideals. Only folklore and unverified recordings of events exist, knowledge still passed on from the founders of the past to the youth of today. Even if it bears no particular importance on the events of today, it is part of our values to learn of our forebears.” “What’s more-” Sona takes a deep breath. “-is that their voices live on through arcane scripture, written in a dead language that only High Templars are permitted to learn.” Sona turns, now facing the twinkling expanse of the cavern. With the milky moonlight pouring fourth from the opening in the ceiling, it nearly looks as though a halo of snow forms across her crown, an almost ethereal sight.

“Being who I am--what I am--I learned the archaic dialect and their ancient hymns.” And with a final breath to rid herself of what anxiety remained, Sona would part her lips--and she would sing. Music was her life, the small bit of self-expression and freedom afforded to her in life. It was an intimate experience, sharing her song to Kayn in that moment, using the language scarcely known in the entire universe.

“Kuwata tsunowo vralai Tsuriji pufuralekai Kwondzuvai undovartsu wronduwail Tjortetei jeki liago Jiunmata ivelischpfuli Neftyoma sorepiyamei Schijiyako alefni fatalliliya Nic'hpisfa unhoreselye Otrajain aforeje kurasolda Towari hatasei mic'hatasei tsufrallai Otrajain aforeje kurasolda Towari hatasei mic'hatasei tsufrallai ilja Ullilya kojijichatjukaijai-wa nyame fretsumekri fretsumekri linganmai Ulreri manja huteharraku-mu harirch lahadachfei lahadachfei shindulhwo“

It wasn’t a magnificent performance filled with pyrotechnics and an orchestral swell. She’s certain he’s heard far better among the Empire concert halls and various parades his home boasts. Even so, there is something so pure and sincere in her voice, in the way the acoustics of the cavern exemplify the purity to her singing. She had been so nervous to share her melody and part of her heritage to him, but now that her singing has ceased and she has a moment to breathe, she realizes that Kayn is not the type of man to scorn her for what makes her unique. Even as an Ordinal, he would not mock that which she offers him in kind. It’s not the exact gift she had in mind to give him, though she hopes the new insight on her people--and the performance itself--is still enjoyable for him...even without her beloved instrument.

And in the end, she was able to bear more of herself to him--something that is perhaps the most priceless thing of all.

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rosywrites · 5 years ago

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Silent Waves, Chapter 2

Title: Silent Waves (Siren Sona x Bounty Hunter/Pirate Jhin AU) Chapter 2: Driven to the Brink Fandom: League of Legends Ship: Jhin x Sona

[AO3]

Word count: 4,623

Eyelids flutter open to the moonlight shining through the porthole. The light bounces off the water of the tank, almost as if it's dancing to the sway of the ship. Seeing the moon provides some comfort, if any at all. At least this was better than being damned to rot in the bottom of the ship.

Sona doesn't sigh her woes away, rather admiring the moon for her beauty. Sirens of her kind, despite being native to the dark, have an appreciation of light and warmth. She would often swim up to the surface near caves to sunbathe by the rocks.

A stream of bubbles floats from her lips, not yet a sigh. Being captive was, obviously, quite restricting. Along with the porthole her only means of sight of the outside world, there was nothing else to do. All she did was sit on the sand and rock placed in her tank while glaring at the captain that took her instrument hostage.

Watching him try to figure out how to make her instrument produce a sound was endless entertainment for her. Though he kept a straight face in her presence, she could hear the tones of frustration and irritation in his words.

Her hand touches glass as she tries to reach for the moon. Despite the night sky being her only solace, she smiles, for she feels at home even in this moment.

“Frustrating not being able to escape, isn’t it?” a voice suddenly says in the dark.

Sona fights the urge to roll her eyes and turns to the voice. She sees the captain’s figure looming over his bed and pulling back his sleeves to his elbows. He turns his head slightly to see if Sona has reacted, but there’s nothing from her. Not a single sound.

What else did he expect?

Jhin stands still for another moment before trudging over to her tank with a chair. He sits with his leg over the other and stares at Sona.

To her, this is rather odd. Her brows irritatedly furrow in question, wondering what he plans to get out of this. Instead of being unnerved, she’s just confused. Just what is this man thinking?

“For a siren, you’re quiet. A peculiar trait.”

She raises a brow, further confused on where this is leading to.

“I’ve read books on creatures of the sea. Several of them,” he starts. “But I have yet to read about a siren that never speaks or sings.” He leans forward, perching his chin atop his crossed hands, curious. “Not to mention, you carry an instrument. There’s no speculation of sirens using instruments in these books.”

Sona blinks. She doesn’t give an answer. It’s not like she can, anyway. She mirrors Jhin’s pose, her tail bending to the side, and stares back. She feigns interest, but her eyes are clearly mocking him. How far is he willing to talk in the face of mockery, she wonders.

Jhin knows she’s mocking him. It’s always the same, every time he interacts with her. She’s constantly provoking him at every opportunity, but he knows the moment he opens that tank (even to kill her), he would lose. He may have a gun, though not Whisper, but creatures of the sea can be faster. The siren would surely claw his neck easily.

“Don’t you have other tricks up your sleeve?” he asks. “The mockery is tedious, and it gets us nowhere.”

She releases a stream of bubbles towards him in response and shrugs. There’s nothing else she can do without her instrument. Silence is her best weapon right now, and gods forbid she doesn’t use it to its full potential. If even sirens can’t withstand a long period of silence, what about humans?

A sigh escapes Jhin, a sign of frustration. He shakes his head. “What’s the use talking to a mute siren?” he mutters to himself. “As if I should have expected anything more.”

Hearing his words, Sona smiles smugly. That’s right. He wasn’t going to get anything from her.

“You’re being moved to the cargo hold tomorrow,” Jhin states aloud as he looks back up. “I can’t keep you here forever, and I’m sure you’d appreciate the bigger space.” He leans back in his chair and purses his lips. “Though it’s much darker and lonelier down there,” he says with a small chuckle at the end.

Her eyes perk up at the words. She tilts her head in curiosity. The ‘cargo hold’? She had never heard of that before. But if the space was bigger, and darker, it would certainly make planning her escape much easier than being trapped in such a small tank in the corner of his room.

“If you think you’ll be able to escape while we’re moving you, don’t get so ahead of yourself,” Jhin says. “You’ll still be trapped inside the tank before we open the lid to transfer you to the other one. Just so I won’t lose any hands, physically and figuratively.” He holds up his hand, where Sona had scratched during their first encounter. The wound appears healed, now a scar in its place. “You’ve made quite the ruckus that day.”

Sona’s smirk grows wider. He deserved it anyway.

After a moment of silence, Jhin stands up and approaches her tank. He relishes in her expression suddenly changing to suspicion. “It’s unfortunate Whisper is still out of commission. I would have loved to carve your skin like a statue and use your scales as decoration. It would’ve been a fantastic piece of art.” He turns around and walks towards his bed.

A chill runs down Sona’s spine. She doesn’t doubt Jhin would have done that to her, had she not ruined his gun. Fear catches at her throat and almost freezes her in place, but she forces it down. She can’t show fear. Her gaze hardens at Jhin’s sleeping figure.

It feels like an eternity waiting for Jhin fall asleep completely, but once she recognizes the steady rising and falling of his shoulders, she gets to examining her tank. She descends down to the rock she perches on and places her hands on the sides.

Removing the rock from its spot reveals a pit, where she dug at it at any chance she had to get to the bottom of the tank. There had to be rocks or just anything she can use as a weapon. Her efforts prove to be fruitless, as there were only pebbles and pieces of kelp inside. Disappointed, Sona swims up to the top of the tank and observes the latch.

She doesn’t recognize the mechanism of the latch, but that doesn’t stop her. She flattens her palms against the glass and slightly shakes the lid of the tank. She hears a strange rattling sound coming from the latch. It’s loose? She pauses to check on Jhin, who’s still soundly asleep. She nods to herself and keeps shaking the lid, and for a moment, she feels the lid shift aside. She huffs and tries again. She hears the click of a nail head that fell out of the hinge.

Sona takes a breath and gently presses a hand against the lid, lifting it up just enough to be able to peer outside it. She lowers the lid quietly.

This is it.

Tomorrow is a chance for her to escape.

And if she fails, she can at least try to take her instrument back from him.

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She watches the other men stride into Jhin’s room with a cart. She hisses at them when they approach, and they step back in hesitance. But the commands of their captain forces them to overcome their fear and move her tank onto the cart. Though faint and masked by sounds of glass hitting metal, the sound of a loose nail clatters on the wooden floor. She shoots Jhin one last glare before they roll her out of his room.

She’s rolled through hallways until they reach a flight of stairs. Needless to say, the men have a hard time bringing her down, especially since she uses all her might to throw them off balance by swimming into the glass in different directions.

Jhin observes their struggle from behind. While he’s somewhat entertained by how much of a hard time she’s giving his men, he becomes a little impatient by how long it takes them to take her down a flight of stairs. He sighs. “Two of you hold the tank while we go. We’re close to the hold.”

“Yes, captain.” Two of the men who were standing in front of him move to the sides of the cart to hold the tank still while they move up the stairs.

The siren doesn’t do anything more to cause any more chaos. But her eyes are fixated on Jhin with a mysteriously knowing look. He can’t tell what she’s thinking, but her stare continues to unnerve him.

Once they arrive to the cargo hold, Sona sees an iron gate in the middle of the deck. More of his men are outside holding it open while a lift awaits them. Realization hits her. She will be living in a bigger tank in a place she can’t escape from . It’s not like she knows how to work machinery, or if she can even move it to where she needs it to be. She starts slamming against the glass with even greater intensity. The lid is still unlocked. If she can tilt it just enough…

A gunshot suddenly freezes her in place, the sound ringing in her ears like a high-pitched squeal. She covers her ears in pain, but then she sees it. A white graze against the glass, barely deep enough so that the glass doesn’t break. Her eyes widen in fear. The bullet grazed her tank right where her throat could have been.

He really could have killed her.

Jhin smiles cruelly at her reaction. Though his gun isn’t as perfect as Whisper, it does the job. He approaches the tank and lowers himself to her level with a triumphant spark in his eye. “When I said you’d be an excellent addition to the crew, I meant it. Whether you’re dead or alive. But keeping you alive has more perks than having you dead.”

Sona keeps her eyes on his. As if she would back down with one little murder attempt. Her furrowed brows suddenly smooth over that she appears expressionless, but it’s there. A scheming intent in her eyes that only Jhin can catch.

Just what is this siren thinking?

They move her onto the lift and descend into the hold. As Sona turns, she spots the tank placed nicely in the middle of the hold, just underneath the gate. Looking around, she doesn’t see any other ways of escape. Piles of crates and barrels surround her, hiding any doors or hatchways, if there are any at all.

She’s trapped for good.

She was doomed to fail from the beginning.

The siren is silent, almost too silent. She’s just floating in her tank as the sailors use the lift to carry her up to the top. The only movement within is her wispy hair moving about. Strands of her hair cover her already lowered head. Her head slightly moves up when the lift comes to a stop. The sailors lower her tank onto the glass and attempt to remove the lid.

Jhin suspects something. For the siren to give up before being dropped into the new tank, it’s too sudden.

“Hm?” one of the men hums questioningly. “The hinge is loose.”

As the man is about to grab the hinge, the glass lid of Sona’s tank shoots out, a blurred figure of blue and sea green following after. It’s only for a moment, and it’s more than enough.

Sona bursts out of the tank right above the sailors and right at Jhin’s eye level.

It happens all too quickly.

Jhin feels a hand clasp around his collar and pull him towards the tank.

His feet lose balance.

At first, his sight is dark and soon opens to a blurry blue.

There’s a constant pull at his body now, and he can faintly hear his men create a ruckus. He releases a breath of air in the form of bubbles.

He struggles, and struggles, and struggles. His feet kick at nothing in the water while his hands grab at his collar to prevent choking.

But he can’t break free.

He feels his lungs filling up with water.

Another splash of water comes from above. There’s another pull at his arm now, and he hears someone yell for him. He then hears a sound like thunder and sees wisps of red in the water. He feels himself sinking for a moment before a hand grabs for him again and pulls him out of the water.

He’s carried to the lift, where he hurls up all the water he swallowed. His lungs and nostrils flare with searing pain as he coughs violently. He wheezes as he whirls around to see Sona curled up in the water and bleeding from her arm.

She tried to drown him.

She tried to kill him.

It takes him all his self-control to not kill her that instant. He has to stop every muscle in his body not to reach for his gun and shoot her down for good. His eyes meet hers, and in that moment, both of them well up with a desperate rage they know they can’t unleash.

“Lock the tank,” Jhin spits. “And make sure she can’t ever get out.”

She failed. As Sona watches the sailors take Jhin back up to the deck, her face contorts in pain as she sinks to the bottom of the tank.

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Jhin sits in his room, staring out the porthole from his chair. In three days, they will arrive at Piltover, where the ship will be docked while replenishing supplies. Despite knowing he will finally have his gun fixed, he doesn’t feel any satisfaction or anticipation of his arrival there. After all, he feels like he hasn’t even made a dent in the siren’s will yet. He feels he hasn’t gone anywhere.

The incident a few days ago still weighs heavily on his mind. He tips his glass of whiskey in his hand and takes a sip, the liquid burning hot in his throat.

A loose hinge.

He sighs as his hand tightens around his glass for a moment before relaxing his grip. He sets the glass on the table and stands up from his seat. The corner in which the siren’s tank was placed is now empty, only a small space left that still reminds him of her presence on the ship. He approaches the corner, his eyes immediately spotting the nail by the foot of a dresser. He picks it up.

When did she shake it loose? How did he not notice when they rolled her out that morning? He was there to ensure nothing went wrong too.

Yet, this one tiny nail was the only oversight that allowed her to nearly kill him.

His hand starts to shake. With a growl, Jhin thrusts the nail into the wall as he slams his fist against it. Her will to remain quiet, her indifference to his actions… her mocking eyes … they were insufferable. He turns his head back to the table, where the siren’s gold instrument stands like a trophy.

The instrument that failed to produce a sound, no matter what he did. Just like her . The siren’s smug grin surfaces to his mind, and he feels something snap.

The sound of thunder echoes from his room, and it reverberates all the way to the cargo hold, where Sona sleeps. Her eyes snap open, and she bursts up from the sand. She winces at the pain in her shoulder, but she hears the sound of dissonance with that thunder. An all-too-familiar dissonance.

It doesn’t take long until she hears a door slam open in the cargo hold, and it’s not the iron gate above her tank.

“What… did your instrument do to me?” she hears a voice murmur, as if in pain.

She sees a figure stumble through the darkness. Her eyes squint to focus on the figure. She presses her face against the glass, but it’s not until the figure is a few feet away that she realizes it’s the captain. He has injuries resembling that of blade wounds. And on a ship full of guns, the only thing that could create injuries like that is…

“What have you done to me?!” Jhin exclaims, holding her instrument in his hand as he staggers against the glass. He slides down the tank, gripping his abdomen, his white blouse stained red with his own blood.

Sona’s eyes widen as she sinks down to Jhin’s level. She bangs her hands against the glass to elicit a response from him, but he isn’t moving. She panics. Her instrument attacked him. She bangs the glass again. She hears him groan in pain. He’s still alive.

“Just… what… are you?” he wheezes.

The wound doesn’t seem deep from what she sees, but he’s injured at a vital place. She knocks on the glass to get his attention. When he looks up at her, she points at her instrument. She gestures at him to give it to her.

He only chuckles. “Now why would I do that? I won’t give in to your little game, siren ,” he hisses.

Sona gives him a stern look, an expression different from the glares and looks of indifference she’s always given him. She keeps gesturing at him to give her the instrument. She throws up her hands in frustration and places her hands at her abdomen, then carrying her hand away. She then firmly points at her instrument.

“Are you… trying to say you can… do something about this?” he asks between breaths. Seeing her nod insistently, he sighs. “Even… if you can… I doubt I can make it up there.” His words trail off as he falls unconscious.

She gasps when he doesn’t move anymore. No! She balls up her hands and knocks against the glass with full strength. Anything to catch any of his men’s attention. Anything. They must have heard the gunshot from earlier. Sooner or later, they have to come looking for him.

And sure enough, one of the men who was standing guard at the deck comes running into the cargo hold. She assumes he had checked the captain’s room and followed the trail of blood. She hurriedly ushers him over to Jhin’s location, pointing at the wound on his abdomen.

“What the…? Captain!” the sailor calls out, trying to shake him awake. “What did you do?” he asks the siren.

Sona sighs in frustration. She points at the instrument and gestures at the sailor to give it to her. Please, I need it , she tries to mouth her words. But her words are overpowered by the commotion of the other sailors who barge into the cargo hold to find Jhin slumped against her tank. She helplessly watches them carry him away back to his room. Their words begin to blend together to the point they’re just unrecognizable muffled sounds to her.

Please. All she needs is her instrument. Her precious, beloved etwahl.

No one can hear her. No one can understand her.

A burst of bubbles floats to the top of this prison, nothing but silence coming from within.

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“Fortunately, the wounds weren’t very deep, captain. You’ve already recovered from most of the injuries. Though, the one on your abdomen may take a little longer.”

“I figured as much. Very well. You are dismissed.” Jhin stands up, puts on his coat and mask, and walks past the medic.

“Where are you going, sir? We’ll be arriving in Piltover within half an hour.”

Jhin stops before his door, staying still for a moment before turning back. “The siren has answers I need.”

“But sir—” The medic suddenly yelps as the barrel of a gun is pointed at his head.

“Do not interfere with my personal matters. It is of no concern to you.”

“Y-yes, captain.”

“Dismissed,” Jhin repeats once more. He fastens the golden instrument on his belt before he heads out to the cargo hold. But when he arrives at the door of the hold, he freezes in place. His eyes glance at the instrument. Absolutely no signs of distress or even a dent, as if it’s still in mint condition. He suddenly remembers the look of panic the siren had last night when she saw his wounds.

Why did she look like that, he wondered. She had tried to kill him a few days before, did she not?

He sighs and shakes his head of the numerous questions that follow. He enters the hold and spots the siren perched on one of the rocks in the tank, looking up at the sky past the gate, in longing. The sun is shining upon her, her scales shimmering like the ocean itself. She suddenly turns her head towards him, which almost takes him aback, considering he went inside as quietly as possible. For a moment, he swears he saw her sigh in relief.

Sona watches him approach the tank, and she spots her etwahl in his hand. Her eyes perk up in surprise.

“We’ll be arriving to Zaun soon,” Jhin starts, “I won’t have the time to sit down for a cup of tea yet, but I have questions I know only you can answer.” He can’t help but chuckle bitterly. “I doubt you’d actually tell me, given our… interactions… so far.” She shoots him a matter-of-factly look. “That’s why I’ve come here to make a deal,” he states as he holds up her etwahl.

She raises a brow in curiosity. She slowly swims over to the glass with her arms crossed.

“If you can answer my questions, I will give you your instrument back.” Though, depending on her answer, he could just end up killing her himself. “Is that sufficient?”

Sona takes a moment to think. What kind of questions would he even ask her? It’s not like she can answer him properly. She tries to gesture to him of her freedom.

“Answering my simple questions all for your freedom? Don’t be absurd, siren. I don’t plan to free you until you’ve exhausted your use to me.”

An attempt was made, at least. Though irritated at his last sentence, she accepts the deal. But in exchange, he must only ask her questions that she can answer through nodding or shaking her head. He wonders if she thinks this is just a game to her, but he accepts anyway.

The ship rocks to a stop, the sailors above the gate rushing to keep the ship in port. “All hands on deck!” one shouts. The ship is now much louder than it usually is, and Sona can hear several voices that don’t belong to any of the captain’s men.

“Ah, we’ve arrived,” Jhin says. “Perfect timing.” His men come into the cargo hold with a large tarp, bewildering Sona as they rush to cover her tank. “We wouldn’t want anyone stealing you while I’m gone. The people here—rather, the people below Piltover—are rather… interesting people. If they spot you, you may end up in a worse position than you are now. We can’t have that now, can we?”

Sona frowns in annoyance.

“It’s too bad. Even if you somehow escaped while I’m gone, the toxins in the water would probably kill you before you even swim out of region limits.”

She’s aware. Piltover and Zaun are known as a major source of danger for all merfolks, after all. The toxins would seep into their skin so slowly that they wouldn’t notice until it’s too late. Those who survive become so malformed both physically and mentally that they wouldn’t be considered a merfolk anymore.

“Why don’t we fulfill that little deal of ours once I’m back, yes?”

Sona huffs out an acknowledging stream of bubbles in response.

They were both reaching for scraps at this point.

They were tired of these mind games.

They just want anything, anything to keep their sanity at bay.

#league of legends #jhin x sona #jhinsona #jhin #sona #fourth tempo #silent waves #rosywrites #siren sona #bounty hunter/pirate jhin

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ryttu3k · 6 years ago

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Okay! Inktober, how I’m doing it!

Rules

Draw a picture in ink. This includes pens (Staedtler Triplus Fineliners, etc) and markers (Crayola Supertips, Sharpies, highlighters).

Choose one prompt for each day from one of the lists below.

Post photos - and scans, if desired - each Sunday or Monday, after every 7 days.

Make a flipthrough video at the end.

No more than 15 fandom-related pictures. Practice your original art!

Prompts lists

Official lists: 2016, 2017, 2018

@dropthedrawing’s lists: 2018′s Jungle and Sword & Sorcery; 2017′s Space Travellers and Characters of the Forest

@cutiepatoodieart‘s witch list

@theamberalice‘s fandom AU list

@vinniedoesart‘s Halloween costume list

@robochai’s ‘sona list

Prompt list by day

Favourites in italics. For each day, bolding the ones I did.

1. Fast / Swift / Poisonous / The Bold Explorer / The Knight of Light / The Dreamer / The Old Man / Plants (witch) / Villain AU / Famous Painter costume / Witchsona

2. Noisy / Divided / Tranquil / The Bodyguard / The Knight of Shadows / The Alien Empress / The Forest Witch / Ocean (witch) / Superhero AU / Star Wars Character Costume / Trollsona

3. Collect / Poison / Roasted / The Native Guide / The Warrior Princess / The Engineer Girl / The Dryads / Tears (witch) / Retail Employee AU / Superhero Costume / Nomurasona

4. Hungry / Underwater / Spell / The Lost City / The River Maiden / The Rovers / The Ancient Wizard / Pumpkin (witch) / Warrior AU / Animal Costume / Birdsona

5. Sad / Long / Chicken / The Giant Snake / The Farmer's Daughter / The Old Scientist / The Lost Girls / Friendly Ghosts (witch) / Ghost Hunter AU / Disney Costume / Splatsona

6. Hidden / Sword / Drooling / The Leopard Man / The Thief / The Bounty Hunters / The Ancient Robot / Lingerie (witch) / Sports AU / Cartoon Character Costume / MVsona

7. Lost / Shy / Exhausted / The Jungle Kid / The Smithie's Son / The Sentient Being / The Woodsman / Black Cat (witch) / Hitman AU / 90s Icon Costume / Ducksona

8. Rock / Crooked / Star / The Monkey's Queen / The Drunken Warrior / The Space Priest / The Dreamer / Moon (witch) / Pirate AU / Mythic Being Costume / Plantsona

9. Broken / Screech / Precious / The Wicked Old Man / The Lady of the Blades / The Sisters / The Centaur / Tattoo (witch) / Office Worker AU / Pin Up Costume / Simpsona

10. Jump / Gigantic / Flowing / The Wolf-Pack / The Three Witches / The Alien Cat / The Snake / Clown (witch) / Ninja/Samurai AU / TV Character Costume / Cryptidsona

11. Transport / Run / Cruel / The Ancient Tree / The Wizard King / The God-Man / The Wolf Boy / Succulents (witch) / Age Swap AU / Famous Musician Costume / Sonicsona

12. Worried / Shattered / Whale / The Lost Kids / The Dragon Queen / The Clones / The Bear Clan / Frog (witch) / Cyberpunk AU / Historical Figure Costume / D&Dsona

13. Scared / Teeming / Guarded / The Mad Scientist / The Child Mage / The Space Wolf / The Birds / Whale (witch) / Celebrity AU / Comic Book Villain Costume / Goofsona

14. Tree / Fierce / Clock / The Jungle Princess / The Old Wizard / The Mercenary / The Grandmother / Domestic (witch) / Video Game AU / Video Game Hero Costume / Mersona

15. Relax / Mysterious / Weak / The Evil Poacher / The Barbarian Hero / The Lost Boy And Dog / The Prince / Couple (witch) / Spy AU / Movie Character Costume / Ponysona

16. Wet / Fat / Angular / The Giant Insect / The Barbarian Heroine / The Teenage Racers / The Elven Princess / Potion (witch) / Doctor/Nurse AU / Prince/ss Costume / Mascotsona

17. Battle / Graceful / Swollen / The Temple / The Time Traveller / The Old Planet / The Fae Girl / Cooking (witch) / Magical Girl/Boy AU / Insect Costume / Tarotsona

18. Escape / Filthy / Bottle / The Gorilla / The Undead Sorcerer / The Space Beast / The Shadow / Family (witch) / Gender Swap AU / Supernatural Being Costume / Quirksona

19. Flight / Cloud / Scorched / The Piranhas / The Old Dragon / The Imperial Assassin / The Hunter / Bunny (witch) / Royalty AU / Video Game Villain Costume / Crossona

20. Squeeze / Deep / Breakable / The Man-Eater / The Orc General / The Invaders / The Guardian / Cold (witch) / Space AU / Anime Character Costume / Fightsona

21. Big / Furious / Drain / The Carnivorous Plant / The Good Orc / The Dark Figure / The Lost Explorer / Hot (witch) / Mythological Creature AU / Witch Costume / Handsona

22. Little / Trail / Expensive / The Hidden Treasure / The Wicked Fae / The Intergalactic Family / The Monkey King / Rain (witch) / Thief AU / Disney Villain Costume / Gemsona

23. Slow / Juicy / Muddy / The Dinosaur / The Shapeshifting Girl / The Space Police / The River People / Watermelon (witch) / Angel/Demon AU / Pixar Character Costume / Garfsona

24. One Dozen / Blind / Chop / The Great River / The Giantess / The Prisoner / The Wreck / Pin-Up (witch) / Clothes Swap AU / Civic Worker Costume / Yugisona

25. Tired / Ship / Prickly / The River Sharks / The Warrior's Daughter / The Grandfather / The Cursed Knight / Friendship (witch) / Mermaid AU / Celebrity Costume / Fursona

26. Box / Squeak / Stretch / The Corroded Robot / The Paladin / The Child / The Beast / Freckles (witch) / Anthropomorphic AU / Magical Girl Costume / Forcesona

27. Creepy / Climb / Thunder / The Human Pet / The Strongman / The Shape Shifter / The Sphinx / Braid (witch) / College AU / Classic Monster Costume / Morphsona

28. Burn / Fall / Gift / The Sorceress / The Wandering Assassin / The Planet Eater / The Warrior / Curious (witch) / Western AU / Book Character Costume / Scoutsona

29. Surprise / United / Double / The Animal Whisperer / The Drunken Fistfighter / The Cruise Ship / The Young Wizard / Robot (witch) / Fairytale AU / High Fantasy Costume / WAsona

30. Wreck / Found / Jolt / The Ferals / The Samurai / The AI Ships / The Lioness / Familiar (witch) / Apocalypse AU / Steam/Cyberpunk Costume / New Yorker Cartoonsona / none of these!

31. Friend / Mask / Slice / The Bat-Boy / The Fighting Friar / The Benevolent Aliens / The Explorer / You (witch) / Steampunk AU / Era Dress Costume / How Could You Not Includesona / none of these!

List Representation

Official 2016: 2

Official 2017: 2

Official 2018: 6

Jungle: 2

Sword and Sorcery: 3

Space Travellers: 3

Characters of the Forest: 1

Witches: 6

Fandom AU: 2

Halloween Costume: 5

Sonas: 1

#inktober #ry draws stuff

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ladybuvelle · 7 years ago

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// Alright, time to give my (very sleepy) half-dollar on this:

Gud song, still haven’t heard all of them because I’m lazy but gud song

Karthus is cool

Yorick is also cool

Sona why are you possessing (apparently old and dusty?) pianos? I mean I get it but also gurl what you doin

Rumble immediately changed his mind about Tristana to give the flowers to Sona he deserved the Crescendo to the face

I do like the thought she can freely manipulate those chains, that’s pretty cool. Too bad that isn’t reflected at all in game... but it’s an old skin, so what do you want I guess.

Also, Sona is Dr Octopus confirmed pfft

MORDE HOW BIG ARE YOU

LIKE HOLY SHIT

WHY DID YOU SHOW UP AT POPPY’S PLACE WERE YOU JUST SAYING HI THAT’S VERY NICE OF YOU BUT ALSO WTF

What’s with Riot and making all these gigantic champs? Like, seriously. You see it in a lot of splash arts, or just the champs themselves. Even the new Lancer Hecarim is apparently gargantuan in size. Why do that so often if you can’t fully reflect it in game? (/rant)

So yeah Morde is cool anyway

Olaf, honey, we need to talk

Rocks are not drums, sweetie...

Yes you look really cool doing that but- oh, let him have his fun, he’s having such a good time

Reasons why Yorick is a badass: Morde can lean back-to-back with him and he can still support the weight

Oh, Kayle’s there I guess?

I didn��t really mention the Yordles but that’s because I think most of them look SUPER weird. The fur/fuzz rendering will never not be strange to me. And Tristana’s hair looks oily. Why can Riot never truly render good hair in these things? IT’S IMPORTANT.

My heart does go out to banjo yordle though. You rock on, little man. And also doofy cone hat yordle at the beginning.

I highly appreciate Sona used Song of Celerity to help Mordekaiser shred faster at the end. Thank you for this attention to detail.

But also why is the very bottom of her dress constantly smoke? This annoys me more than it should.

Is Sona wearing some kind of shoulder armor? Huh. I guess she is. Did they change that recently? I remember reading about it with the updates. She used to just have a tattoo on her arm, but I guess it’s shoulder/arm armor with a strap going across her chest? Personally I kinda like that. She looks more “dressed” and harder to match the others.

That corset tho with never cease to make me go woof.

Another interesting thing; Sona doesn’t directly touch the Etwahl. She just kinda points her hands at it and it do things. This seems very common in portrayals of her in cinematics, though any official cinematic also only features skins rather than canon. (I don’t think canon Sona has ever been in a cinematic? Only DJ and Pentakill now. And DJ makes sense for its context.)

I’ve often thought Sona may be able to manipulate the Etwahl to such a fine degree that she wouldn’t even need to touch the strings to directly play them, but that may be looking too deep into things (and I like imposing limitations anyway since otherwise Sona’s kinda OP...)

I like Karthus’ body language all throughout.

Kayle shows up like Tuxedo Mask, having done nothing. Ok.jpg.

Teemo, you tried.

#league stuff #pentakill sona #the AU I have the least amount of muse for #but that I enjoy well enough in its own context #good video tho

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desclateblue-a-blog · 7 years ago

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'last breath'

Everything Must Fade Eventually (Accepting)

Another assignment from the STARS, another fight, and another injury they would sustain. Protecting the citizens of the world...it was their mission, and the agony they sustained was all in order for the greater good, right?

That was what she always told HERSELF in times where she felt lost. Fingers tap against her blade as she whirls around, the edges shredding through yet another Voidling as she fought.

Fighting was like second nature to she, a beautiful ART that she enjoyed. The artist --- her blade her brush, and their BODIES her canvas: their BLOOD her paint. Another falls as she flips behind it, a leg brought down to slam against the massive being’s skull, dazing it from the strike as the tip of her arm met a break between exoskeleton, emerald tincture spattering her pale form as she sunk the onyx edge deep into it’s form. A hiss of loud anger, and it’s thrashing around came as it tried to shake her off, all for not: a twist of weapon and a single, powerful RIP as it’s entire form came cleanly in two, collapsing to the ground, spilling it’s entrails about as she landed in the center of them all.

Fires danced and soared around the area as she spun and dashed past her LEADER who fought valiantly, agile being a blur of black and blue just as she heard that SINGLE sound to catch her attention. A cry, head whipping around as she was at the Gunslinger’s side in an instant - free arm lifted up to CLASH with the claws of a Stalker’s own, blood spilling from a deep gnash shredded into her limb. Teeth grit as she bared the pain.

❝ --- ROCK? Are you --- ❞

There is not even TIME for her to finish her sentence, knee crashing into the gut of the being and forcing it backwards, fingers lifting her blade to swing, only for the claws to SHATTER the weapon, eyes narrowed in as a hiss of annoyance slips free, vaulting backwards over the girl she fought to protect. Her STAR SISTER --- injured hand hanging limp at her side as the blood pattered to the floor. The creature was laughing at her, licking her cerulean elixir from it’s claw edges. It taunted, and began to approach.

It began it’s approach, and she matched it’s movements, footsteps clicking upon the pavement as she lunged, hand scooping up one of the fallen Gunslinger’s pistols as she tackled the creature down, tumbling and rolling with it as the distance between the injured other and the duo was now INCREASED in order to give their team time to regroup and mend her injuries. Sona wasn’t too far off, the sounds of her beautiful songs, ones that filled their team with POWER or HEALED them, rang out around her, nearing as footsteps approached.

The creature began to rise, and so did she, and not even seconds passed before the two were locked in hand - to - hand combat once more. Claws meet bare forearms, and blows lash out, to the point where knuckles SPLIT, though the creature’s exoskeleton form broke with each strike. A final blow, the sounds of BONES cracking resonating from her arm before the STAR PISTOL in her hand is raised, trigger drawn back --- and the shot blowing the creature away.

She was VICTORIOUS, but her whole body shook from pain.

❝ . . .Let’s get out of here.❞

Tone echoes back to the team, turning towards them as she walks over to join them: until her body stops dead in it’s tracks. A WHITE HOT flame engulfs her entire torso, and heart LEAPS into her throat --- form trembles as the pistol drops from fingers, the strength slipping from her. She can see her teammates’ eyes --- all of them are too STUNNED to move...lips part, and blood POURS from them.

Head slowly tilts down, and the BLADE comes into view: a FINAL Voidling had escaped their sights --- STEALTH having been their downfall as the creature’s claw was jutting from the center of small torso, the ground tainted from drops of azure before a SECOND tore through her --- yet she felt no pain...no...she felt nothing. Her conscious limits of PAIN had left her. Both blades left her form, and all she can FEEL is the heat of a FOX FIRE soar over her shoulder, crashing against the creature as it HISSED and fell back. She watched the team charge, to finish the creature --- the last of her strength leaving as she crashed down to knees, doubling over onto hands.

She was TREMBLING now --- DEATH was something she, in truth, feared more than anything else. The emptiness of the VOID to swallow her up...such a fear was CRIPPLING to her. And she knew...oh did she know...there wasn’t any coming back from these injuries. Even the immense ESSENCE of healing that Sona had...it wouldn’t save her.

Footsteps are caught as the Gunslinger was at her side, and she could feel the other’s touch as she checked the Shooter over for her injuries. But she couldn’t react...she could barely even breath. Even as the other helped her to try and sit up, it was useless. She only lay against the Ruby Star as the rest of the team returned to her side. Vision was gone; wheezing all she is capable of as she tried to breath and keep herself awake. But oh...how sweet it surely was for her to wish to sleep. Life is draining from her --- a single fragment to slip from parted lips before she falls limp against the other’s form.

❝ . . .I’m. . .

. . .I’m SCARED. . .❞

#starfall-cannon #She Shines Down Upon The World - Protecting All Her Light Touches (SG)#Her Answers Ring Out Loudly Around The World - Resonating With Pride And Strength (Meme Replies)#Striings #stardustcharms #shukuchiisms #Tags the other four memebers of the team :3c #Her Fighting Is Vicious And Brutal - None Are Safe From Her Chaos (Tw: Gore)#Nothing Can Last Forever - Every Star Eventually Shall Fade (Tw: Death)

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